Chapter 149 This bowl of water must be kept level.

"Senior Brother!"

Qin Yurou was the first to jump up. Ignoring whether her legs were numb, she pounced over. "You've finally come out of seclusion! I've missed you... and your porridge so much!"

Su Ye dodged the little cannonball, one hand steadily holding the tray, while the other lightly flicked her forehead.

"No composure."

"Senior Brother, your injuries..."

Lin Qingzhu rose, her gaze locked tightly onto Su Ye's face, trying to discern something.

"Completely healed."

Su Ye walked to the stone table and set down the tray. "Not only healed, but I also had a stroke of luck and improved slightly."

"Look at you all, your eyes are as dark as pandas."

"If Revered Master finds out I've been mistreating you, she'll punish me by sending me to the Cliff of Reflection again."

Mentioning Revered Master...

The expressions of the three women changed simultaneously.

"Revered Master... hasn't returned yet?"

Jiang Wanyin asked tentatively, her eyes flickering.

The thought from yesterday—suspecting an affair between Senior Brother and Revered Master—had been suppressed by that handkerchief, but it was like a seed buried in her heart.

"She should be back soon."

Su Ye dished out the porridge without changing his expression. "Revered Master went to handle the aftermath of the demon beast and still needs to report to the Holy Lord. It won't be that fast."

He silently added in his heart: That woman is probably hiding in some corner feeling shy right now; after all, it was so wild yesterday.

"Come, eat while it's hot."

Su Ye naturally pushed the first bowl of porridge in front of Lin Qingzhu.

"Third Junior Sister, thank you for your hard work maintaining the Formation last night."

Lin Qingzhu looked at the bowl in front of her, and a warmth welled up in her heart.

The first bowl.

Senior Brother really does care about me the most.

"Thank you, Senior Brother," she said softly, her earlobes turning slightly red.

"Second Junior Sister, this bowl is for you. I added extra sugar, knowing you love sweets."

Su Ye pushed the second bowl to Jiang Wanyin.

Jiang Wanyin, who had been slightly unhappy about not being first, felt her resentment vanish instantly upon hearing "knowing you love sweets."

"Hmph, you have a conscience."

She happily picked up the bowl, not forgetting to give Lin Qingzhu a provocative look.

"Junior Sister, you're at the age where you're still growing, so I added an extra Spirit Beast egg to this bowl."

"Wow! Senior Brother is the best!"

One bowl of porridge, three sentences.

Instantly pacified three powder kegs on the verge of exploding.

Su Ye watched this scene, secretly giving himself a thumbs up.

This is the art of a Revered Master bowl-balancer!

However.

Just as the atmosphere was harmonious and pleasant.

A stream of light suddenly streaked across the sky and fell directly above Purple Bamboo Peak.

It was a Sound Transmission Talisman from the Primordial Origin Holy Land.

And it was a golden Sound Transmission Talisman that only Elders could use.

"Hum—"

The Talisman exploded in mid-air, turning into a majestic yet cold voice that resounded throughout Purple Bamboo Peak.

It was the voice of Leng Yueli.

"I have reported to the Holy Lord and need to enter seclusion in the Taichu Secret Realm for three days to consolidate my Realm."

"For these three days, all affairs of Purple Bamboo Peak are to be handled entirely by Senior Brother Su Ye."

"Also..."

The voice paused, seemingly carrying a trace of imperceptible fluctuation.

"Su Ye has just broken through, his Realm is unstable, and he needs quiet recuperation."

"You three are not to disturb him without cause, and even more so... are not to enter or leave the side hall at will."

"Violators will be dealt with according to Sect rules."

The voice dissipated.

Purple Bamboo Peak fell into silence.

Jiang Wanyin bit her spoon, looking bewildered. "What's wrong with Revered Master? Didn't she tell us to ask Senior Brother for advice more often before? Why is she suddenly isolating Senior Brother?"

Qin Yurou was also at a loss. "Yeah, and Revered Master's voice sounded... a bit weak? Is she injured?"

Only Lin Qingzhu.

Her hand holding the spoon tightened abruptly.

Not to enter or leave the side hall at will?

Is this to let Senior Brother recuperate, or... to cover up some traces left in the side hall?

Like that scent?

Like... things that weren't cleaned up in time?

Lin Qingzhu looked up sharply at Su Ye.

But she saw Su Ye drinking his porridge with a calm expression, as if he were not surprised by this order at all.

"Since it is Revered Master's decree, we shall obey."

Su Ye put down his bowl and wiped his mouth, looking like a gentleman.

"Coincidentally, I also feel the need for some peace and quiet."

In reality, he was already overjoyed in his heart.

Revered Master, oh Revered Master, this isn't seclusion at all.

This is clearly because you're guilty and afraid to see people, and you're helping me provide cover while you're at it!

This assist is perfect!

"Since Revered Master has given the order..."

Su Ye stood up, his gaze sweeping over his three Junior Sisters, majestic yet gentle.

"Then for these three days, you should all return to your rooms to Cultivate."

"Especially Second Junior Sister, your 'Blazing Fire Art' has reached a Bottleneck; you are not to run around these next few days."

"Third Junior Sister, your Sword Intent is too strong; being too rigid makes it easy to break. Go to the bamboo forest behind the mountain and meditate more."

"Junior Sister... eat fewer snacks and finish today's homework."

The arrangements were orderly.

It was completely the posture of a Senior Brother teaching his incompetent Junior Sisters.

Although the three women had their own thoughts, they dared not refute under the dual pressure of Su Ye and Revered Master.

"Yes, Senior Brother."

The three bowed in unison.

Watching their departing backs, Su Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally managed to fool these young ladies away.

The next three days.

Will be Su Ye's true "growth period" in this Xuanhuan world.

Not only to fully Revered Master the Supreme Beginning Sword Canon and the Grand Luo Breath Concealment Art.

More importantly...

Su Ye touched the sound transmission Jade Slip in his chest.

There, he had just received a private message.

From: [My Revered Master who is tough-mouthed but soft-hearted].

The content was only one sentence:

"That... the clothes left at your place last night, wash them clean and put them away! Don't... don't sniff them randomly! Rebellious Disciple!"

Su Ye looked at this message, the smile on his lips unstoppable.

"As you command, my dear wife."

He silently replied in his heart.

Sniff randomly?

Not only will I sniff them.

I must treasure them well.

After all, this is the first, and most delicious, bite of soft rice he has eaten in this dangerous cultivation world.

Turning around, he returned to the hall.

The door closed tightly.

Su Ye's eyes instantly became sharp.

"System, extract 'Flowing Cloud Startled Goose Steps'!"

"In three days, I want this Purple Bamboo Peak to truly bear the surname Su!"

Su Ye stood at the entrance of the side hall, watching the figures of the three Junior Sisters disappear into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The morning breeze brushed past, and the purple bamboo forest rustled, like green waves rising and falling.

"Phew..."

He withdrew his gaze and turned to close the heavy hall door.

Almost the moment the latch fell, the mask of the calm and composed Senior Brother on Su Ye's face collapsed instantly.

He leaned against the door panel, exhaled a long breath, and raised his hand to wipe away the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead.

"That was close."

"This isn't enjoying the blessings of all, this is clearly walking a tightrope."

Su Ye took out the warm sound transmission Jade Slip from his chest, his fingertips gently rubbing the character "Li" engraved on it.

A mischievous smile curled up on his lips involuntarily.

"Revered Master, oh Revered Master, you've hidden yourself in the Taichu Secret Realm for peace and quiet, leaving your poor Disciple in this Shura field."

"However..."

He thought of the beauty of last night, thought of that woman who was usually high and unreachable, turning into a pool of spring water in his arms.

Even a Great Power at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, once she has feelings, is nothing more than a little woman who knows how to be shy and act spoiled.

"Worth it."

Su Ye tucked the Jade Slip close to his body, his gaze becoming sharp.

Although he had temporarily fooled the three Junior Sisters, this was only a stopgap measure.

To change their originally tragic fates, "coaxing" alone would not work.

He must make them stronger.

Strong enough to control their own destinies.

Of course, the premise is that he, this Senior Brother, must be stronger.

"System, extract 'Flowing Cloud Startled Goose Steps'."

Su Ye sat cross-legged back on the cold jade bed, his heart stirring.

[Ding! Extracting Earth Rank Peak movement technique "Flowing Cloud Startled Goose Steps"...]

[Extraction successful!]

Boom!

A massive flow of information instantly poured into Su Ye's mind.

Countless light and shadows flickered in his Sea of Consciousness; those were countless phantom figures practicing footwork.

Moving like a startled goose, light as flowing clouds.

This is not just a movement technique for traveling, but an extremely profound close-combat evasion divine skill.

If practiced to Major Achievement, one can even walk on air and shrink the ground into an inch.

After a while.

Su Ye slowly opened his eyes, flowing clouds seeming to pass through his pupils.

His figure flickered slightly.

"Whoosh!"

The afterimage in place had not yet dissipated, and his real body had already appeared in another corner of the side hall.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

And silent, without any trajectory of spiritual power fluctuation.

"Is this the power of an Earth Rank Peak movement technique?"

Su Ye nodded with satisfaction. "Combined with the Grand Luo Breath Concealment Art, the current me, even if facing a Peak Soul Transformation, can run away if I can't win."

Even, if it's a sneak attack...

A powerhouse at the Dongxu Realm might not be able to be ambushed.

Just as Su Ye was immersed in the joy of his strength improvement.

Outside the door, a slight commotion suddenly came.

Immediately after, it was Jiang Wanyin's signature coquettish shout:

"Who told you to take these bowls and chopsticks away? Leave them! I'll wash them!"

"Second Martial Sister, you have a Fire Spirit Root, washing bowls easily cracks the porcelain, let me do it."

This was Lin Qingzhu's cold and clear voice, refusing to give an inch.

"Oh, the two Senior Sisters, stop arguing. Senior Brother loves me the most, and there is Senior Brother's saliva... ah phew, aura, on this bowl, let me wash it!"

Qin Yurou's voice was soft and glutinous, yet revealing a bit of cleverness.

Su Ye: "..."

He heard it in the hall with a head full of black lines.

Didn't I tell them to go back to Cultivate?

Why are they still fighting over a few bowls at the door?

And, Junior Sister, what is that "saliva" tiger-wolf word?

Su Ye shook his head helplessly, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared outside the side hall.

"What are you all arguing about?"

His clear voice carried a hint of deliberately feigned severity.

The three women, who were fighting like gamecocks, instantly looked like they had been hit by a freezing spell.

The fireball in Jiang Wanyin's hand was still jumping, the Sword Qi at Lin Qingzhu's fingertips had not yet been retracted, and Qin Yurou was hugging the tray and refusing to let go.

Seeing Su Ye appear suddenly like a ghost.

A flash of shock appeared in the eyes of all three at the same time.

So fast!

They actually didn't notice when Senior Brother came out at all!

"Senior Brother, you..."

Jiang Wanyin subconsciously swallowed her saliva, and the flame in her hand went out with a "poof" sound.

With her Golden Core Third Layer cultivation, she couldn't see through Senior Brother's movement technique just now.

"What? Ignoring my words?"

Su Ye stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping lightly over the three.

At that moment, he seemed to carry a bit of the pressure Leng Yueli usually had.

Is this the so-called "couple's likeness"?

"No... dare not."

Jiang Wanyin shrank her neck; she, who was usually afraid of nothing, was most afraid of Su Ye when he was serious like this.

"We... just wanted to help Senior Brother share the housework."

Lin Qingzhu lowered her head, her voice cold, but carrying a hint of grievance.

"Yeah, yeah, Senior Brother is overworked for Purple Bamboo Peak, how can we let Senior Brother do such small things as washing dishes himself?"

Qin Yurou blinked her large eyes, trying to act cute to get away with it.

Su Ye looked at these three Junior Sisters, who had completely different personalities yet were equally stunning, and his severity wavered for a moment.

But he knew that he had to establish authority now.

"Washing dishes is just a matter of an instant with a Spirit Art; is it worth fighting over for a quarter of an hour?"

Su Ye let out a cold snort and raised his hand to cast a Spirit Art.

"Hum—"

The bowls and chopsticks on the tray instantly became clean as new, automatically flying back into the kitchen cabinet.

This display of control over Spirit Power was exquisite, without wasting a single bit.

The three women stared in astonishment.

Senior Brother... seemed to have really changed.

In the past, although Senior Brother was gentle, he always gave people the feeling of a "pushover."

But the current Su Ye, in every gesture, exuded a composed confidence and dominance.

That was Dual Cultivation... ahem, that was the confidence brought by an increase in strength.

"From today on, the rules of Purple Bamboo Peak must change."

Su Ye walked to the stone steps and looked down at them.

Since he wanted to make Purple Bamboo Peak "surnamed Su" within three days, he had to start with their daily habits.

"Second Junior Sister."

Su Ye called her out.

"Here!" Jiang Wanyin immediately straightened her back, her fiery red dress outlining her graceful curves.

"Your 'Blazing Fire Art' is domineering, but it is too rigid and lacks flexibility."

Su Ye pointed out accurately, "Just like how you used a Fireball Technique to wash dishes; if you encountered a water-element Cultivator, that little bit of fire of yours would be extinguished instantly."

Jiang Wanyin's pretty face flushed, and she said somewhat unconvinced: "That's because they are too weak!"

"Weak?"

Su Ye chuckled and suddenly raised his hand.

There was no warning.

There wasn't even any fluctuation of Spirit Power.

His finger had already stopped an inch from Jiang Wanyin's smooth forehead.

With just a little force, he could pierce her glabella.

"If I were an enemy, you would already be a corpse."

Su Ye's voice was very soft, yet it exploded in Jiang Wanyin's ears like thunder.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her back.

Too fast!

She couldn't react at all!

"This... what Movement Technique is this?" Jiang Wanyin's voice trembled, and the defiance in her eyes instantly turned into admiration.

"You will know in the future."

Su Ye withdrew his hand and turned to look at Lin Qingzhu.

"Third Junior Sister."

"Disciple is here." Lin Qingzhu gripped the sword in her hand, Battle Intent rising in her eyes.

She was a sword fanatic, and seeing Su Ye's move just now, her heart had already been stirred.

"Your sword is too cold."

Su Ye shook his head, "Although a Sword Cultivator emphasizes being heartless, being heartless does not mean being devoid of emotion. If there is no emotion in the heart, the sword is dead; if there is emotion in the heart, the sword is alive."

"You can stay awake all night to guard Purple Bamboo Peak; that is emotion."

"But when you draw your sword, you deliberately suppress this emotion, causing your Sword Intent to become stagnant."

Lin Qingzhu's body trembled.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had cleared the fog in her heart.

All this time, she had imitated her Revered Master's coldness, thinking it was the pinnacle of the Dao of the sword.

But she had forgotten that beneath her Revered Master's coldness, there was also deep affection for Purple Bamboo Peak.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for your guidance."

Lin Qingzhu bowed deeply; this time, it was out of sincere conviction.

"As for Little Junior Sister..."

Su Ye looked at Qin Yurou.

Qin Yurou immediately covered her Storage Pouch, looking vigilant: "Senior Brother, I really didn't steal any Spirit Fruit!"

"I'm talking about your Nine-Orifice Exquisite Heart."

Su Ye looked at her with amusement, "You have the talent to see through illusions, yet you always use your mind for gossip and eating."

"From today on, you are responsible for monitoring the movements within a ten-mile radius of Purple Bamboo Peak."

"Report any disturbance to me immediately."

Qin Yurou was stunned, then her eyes lit up: "Like... the intelligence chief of Purple Bamboo Peak?"

"You can understand it that way."

Su Ye nodded, "Do it well, and you'll get an extra chicken leg with every meal."

"Task accepted!" Qin Yurou immediately gave an unconventional salute.

Watching these three Junior Sisters who had been "subdued" by him in an instant, Su Ye felt secretly pleased.

This is what you call management!

Give a stick, then a carrot; clear division of labor, everyone doing their part.

Just then.

A harsh sound of breaking through the air shattered the tranquility of the morning at Purple Bamboo Peak.

"Whoosh—"

A stream of light sped from the foot of the mountain and landed unceremoniously on the square of Purple Bamboo Peak.

The light dissipated, revealing a group of people dressed in gray robes.

Leading them was a middle-aged man with a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face and sinister eyes, wearing a "Deacon" token at his waist.

Behind him followed several Utility Disciples carrying boxes.

"Deacon Sun Changhai of the Resource Hall, here by order to distribute this month's supplies to Purple Bamboo Peak!"

Sun Changhai's voice was sharp and carried a sense of arrogance, lacking the respect he usually showed at other main Peaks.

Su Ye frowned slightly.

Resource Hall?

Coming to distribute supplies at this time?

Wasn't it usually at the end of the month? It was only the tenth today.

"It seems they have come with ill intent."

Su Ye narrowed his eyes, signaling the three Junior Sisters to stay calm, and walked down slowly.

"So it is Deacon Sun."

Su Ye wore a faint smile, neither humble nor arrogant, "I wonder what wind blew you here today, to trouble Deacon Sun to personally deliver the supplies?"

Sun Changhai glanced at Su Ye, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Although Su Ye was the Senior Brother of Purple Bamboo Peak, in the rumors outside, he was just a pretty boy who relied on his face.

Although there were rumors yesterday that he had displayed great power at the Sword Asking Platform, in Sun Changhai's opinion, that was mostly borrowing the influence of Leng Yueli.

Now that Leng Yueli was in seclusion to heal (according to outside rumors), Purple Bamboo Peak was just a group of toothless tigers.

"Junior Martial Nephew Su is too polite,"

Sun Changhai said with a fake smile, "I heard Peak Master Leng is in seclusion, and the Sect is considerate of the small number of people at Purple Bamboo Peak, so they specially distributed resources in advance."

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

The Utility Disciples behind him opened the boxes.

"Clang!"

The lids opened, revealing the contents inside.

A few bottles of low-grade Medicinal Pills, a pile of Low-Grade Spirit Stones, and a few Profound Rank spirit swords that looked like they had chipped blades.

Shabby.

Extremely shabby.

It was even worse than the monthly supplies for ordinary Inner Sect Disciples.

The air froze instantly.

Jiang Wanyin's fiery temper was the first to lose control, flames rising in her palms: "Sun Changhai! Are you trying to dismiss beggars?!"

"Is this the supply the Resource Hall gives to Purple Bamboo Peak? It's not even as good as the scraps I use for Alchemy!"

Lin Qingzhu's "Autumn Water" sword also slightly unsheathed, emitting a biting chill.

Sun Changhai was not afraid at all, but sneered: "Junior Martial Nephew Jiang, speak carefully."

"Now that the war has just ended, Sect resources are tight."

"Among the nine main Peaks of the Primordial Origin Holy Land, which Peak doesn't have hundreds or thousands of Disciples? Only your Purple Bamboo Peak has only five people, including Peak Master Leng."

"Occupying the best Spiritual Vein, taking the most resources, yet unable to contribute."

"The Elder Council has decided to reduce the supplies of Purple Bamboo Peak by 30% to subsidize the war Peaks that are more in need."

"These are already what I, this Deacon, have managed to fight for with great difficulty."

Sun Changhai had a "I'm doing this for your own good" look on his face, which made people want to vomit.

In fact, everyone knew that this Sun Changhai was a distant relative of an Elder from the Taichu Peak.

Taichu Peak had long coveted the Purple Bamboo Forest of Purple Bamboo Peak, and this time with Leng Yueli in seclusion, it was the perfect opportunity for them to kick someone when they were down and test the bottom line.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Qin Yurou was so angry that her little face turned red, "Senior Brother just killed a powerful enemy yesterday, how can you say we can't contribute?"

"That was yesterday."

Sun Changhai looked at Su Ye with contempt, "Who knows if he will be able to do it in the future?"

"Moreover, I am acting according to the rules. If you are not convinced, you can go to the Holy Revered Master to complain."

"However..."

He changed the subject, his lecherous eyes sweeping over the three women, "If a few Junior Martial Nephews are willing to beg me privately, it's not impossible for me to be flexible..."

"Slap!"

A crisp sound of a slap suddenly rang out.

Interrupting Sun Changhai's dirty words.

Sun Changhai spun like a top three times in place before falling to the ground in a sorry state.

Half of his face swelled up instantly, and a few teeth stained with blood flew out.

The whole place was dead silent.

Even Jiang Wanyin and the others were stunned.

Because they didn't even see who made the move.

They saw Su Ye still standing in the same place, not even moving his sleeves, with that gentle smile still on his face.

"Deacon Sun, there was a mosquito on your face, I helped you swat it,"

Su Ye said lightly, his tone as gentle as if he were greeting an old friend.

"No need to thank me."

"You... you dare to hit me?!"

Sun Changhai clutched his face, looking at Su Ye in disbelief, "I am a Deacon of the Resource Hall! I represent the Sect's laws! You dare to assault a Sect Deacon, do you want to rebel?!"

"Assault?"

Su Ye feigned surprise, "Who saw it?"

He turned to look at the three Junior Sisters: "Did you see it?"

"No!"

The three women said in unison, shaking their heads like rattle drums, their eyes full of excitement.

Senior Brother is so cool!

"You... you..." Sun Changhai was trembling with anger, climbed up from the ground, and pointed at Su Ye, "Good! Very good! Su Ye, you wait! The people from the Law Enforcement Hall will be here soon!"

"No need to wait."

The smile on Su Ye's face gradually faded, replaced by an indifference that made people's hearts palpitate.

He took a step forward.

"Boom!"

An aura belonging to the Spirit Severing Realm erupted without reservation.

What was even more terrifying was that this aura actually contained a trace of faint, supreme Divine Might!

That was a trace of the aura of a Tribulation Transcendence Stage Great Power that he had picked up from long-term Dual Cultivation with Leng Yueli.

Although weak, for Sun Changhai, who was only at the Early Stage of the Nascent Soul, it was like the sky collapsing and the earth shattering!

"Thump!"

Sun Changhai's legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

He looked at Su Ye in horror, as if looking at a monster.

"This... is this Peak Master Leng's aura?!"

"How can you have the Origin aura of Peak Master Leng on you?!"

Su Ye looked down at him from above, his eyes as cold as a knife.

"Since when is it your turn, a mere Deacon, to point fingers at the affairs of Purple Bamboo Peak?"

"Deducting supplies? Elder Council decision?"

"Take out the written order."

Su Ye reached out his hand, "If you can't produce the written order, then it is faking the Holy Order, oppressing fellow Disciples, and according to the law... the cultivation base should be abolished and you should be expelled from the Sect!"

Every word was like a heavy hammer, smashing hard into Sun Changhai's heart.

Where would he have any written order?

He was just relying on someone behind him, wanting to fish for some benefits, and by the way, disgust Purple Bamboo Peak.

Who could have imagined that this Su Ye, who was usually gentle and slow, would be so aggressive?